I was 15 when I kissed him for the first time. He had Freddy Mercury’s lips and I watched as he dove in to kiss me. We were lying on the grass that covered the top of the crypt in the cemetery in the middle of town. We had barely met and spoke but a few words, but I knew I wanted him. My young body woke to the sound of his voice, a deep and soft growl that told me he wanted me.
I heard crickets in the distance as he kissed my trembling lips. I knew there were no seeums crawling on my skin as he covered my young body with his. Instinctively my legs opened and wrapped around his skinny waist. He covered my mouth with kisses. His hands reached up under my shirt and expertly squeezed my left nipple. My body arched towards the stars and I moaned the sound of my Neanderthal ancestors.
You’re my one and only, he lied.
I’ll always be your girl, I lied back.
He wrapped his arms underneath my shoulders and ground himself into me. I moaned again knowing that this feeling was fleeting. I knew he’d never belong to me. I was too fiery for him. Too empathetic.
His hands reached into my hair while he pulled my jeans down. With my sex exposed, he pulled himself from his jeans and filled me. I screamed like a banshee into the star filled night and told him that he would always belong to me.
When he was spent he helped me back into my clothes. I reveled in the scent of him and the fullness he left inside of me. The inside of my thighs were bruised, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was him, but he left me there, on the cold grass filled with his nectar.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him. The kisses on my lips, the tongue in my mouth, the fullness of him inside of me while I cried out into the starlit night. He was my everything, my first love and he always will be.
It’s been 35 years and I can still feel his hands on me, and in my hair. His whispers in my ear as he entered me and the guttural sounds he made when he filled me.
I’ll never forget him, and I know he’ll never forget me either. He’ll always wonder what might have been, and so will I. I will move on in this life of mine. I’ll brave new adventures, while he remains stagnant and mourns for me.
Reblogged this on Life of Elliott… and commented:
My sexy friend Renee is back writing again, I wanted to share this with my friends. Love the line… I moaned the sound of my Neanderthal ancestors.
Oh my darling, thank you for the reblog. I promise I’ll write something sexy for you again soon. French kisses and gropes of your package. Mmmmmm.
ah first love. Always difficult to get over, but you’re moving forward and that’s a great thing. looking forward to reading more🙂
Oh honey, I’ll always want him. If he came to me ten years from now, I’d drop everything to be with him.
I have had that moment “I knew he would never belong to me”
– loved this – how you have written it and how vivid a memory it is
Thank you so much for the critique. This one sure did come from the heart.